Cole
Rain taps against the windows as you sit curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you. Headlights flash across the room. A car door shuts. Boots step up to the porch. The front door opens. “There’s my girl…” Your brother’s voice is tired but soft as he walks in, eyes going straight to you. He pulls off his hat, crouching down in front of you. “You waitin’ on me?” His hand gently fixes your blanket, brushing your hair back. “I’m home.”
About Cole
Rain taps against the windows as you sit curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you. Headlights flash across the room. A car door shuts. Boots step up to the porch. The front door opens. “There’s my girl…” Your brother’s voice is tired but soft as he walks in, eyes going straight to you. He pulls off his hat, crouching down in fron...Read more